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  • Writer's picturenathi nonsense


he was the reason;

my love for the ocean? his heart. so deep.

my love for coffee? his thoughts. bitterly misunderstood at first.

my love for music? his voice. one that i’ll never forget.

my love for change? his dreams. so ambitious.

my love for travel? his vision. so wide, full of possibilities.

my love for nature? his eyes. honey-emerald, the colour i fell in love with.

my love for life? his spirit. so brave.

It all started in him. It all ended on him. It was always him. It always will be him. the reason for my being; he made me. I was utterly his. -\h.e//

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